My practice narration is weird.

The fuzzy consciousness gradually became clearer, and the world in front of me became bright and dark.

Ye Wuyou slowly opened his eyes, his body staggered slightly, but he quickly steadied himself.

There was a dull tingling pain in his soul, which was the lingering injury from before.

The body felt as if it was devastated, with the energy dissipating as if two people were fighting fiercely inside the body.

But... now there is only a soul left.

And there is no weird erosion.

All those weird things were stripped away from his body.

Lu Qingshan didn't lie to me, he really did it.

"Successful, I succeeded..."

After experiencing so many twists and turns, Ye Wuyou could finally not hide his joy in his heart, and a slight smile appeared on the corners of his mouth.

But the smile froze immediately.

No, that's not right.

who am I?
Which Ye Wuyou am I!
Am I the original Ye Wuyou, or the Ye Wuyou copied by Shinto magic?

When the two Ye Wuyou's souls were devouring each other and trying to kill each other, Lu Qingshan used [Forget].

Who did he use it against?
do not know.

And which Ye Wuyou won the final victory just now?

do not know.

Who killed whom!
have no idea! ! !
By the way, where is Lu Qingshan?
Where is Lu Qingshan?
Ye Wuyou glanced around.

But he didn't see the other person.

"Lu Qingshan..."

"Don't look for him anymore. He ran fast. I should thank him a little."

A soft voice sounded in the darkness, but that voice seemed to be suppressing a smile.

Ye Wuyou frowned slightly and looked towards the corner where the voice came from, but he didn't notice anything.

Can’t see?
How could there be something that you can't see?
But this is not a problem for Ye Wuyou.

You bastard, report it!

But the familiar voice did not sound.

The narrator didn't respond at all.

No.

The narrator has responded.

Ye Wuyou suddenly realized something, his eyes slightly focused, and the energy spread out from his body, sweeping around in circles.

"I forgot. You are such a pitiful fellow. Now you can't even see me."

Along with the hoarse voice, a figure slowly appeared in Ye Wuyou's sight.

【Ghost】Remove.

That was Ye Wuyou.

That was Ye Wuyou's original body.

A body that has been completely eroded by something strange.

But now it is intact as before, without a single scar on its body.

Ye Wuyou's face remained silent, but his energy was constantly gathering around his body.

The next moment, he stepped directly into the [No-Man Phase].

The pitch-black armor covered his entire body, wrapping up his figure, and the crow feathers stretched out, sweeping away the dust around him.

Scarlet pupils appeared on the surface of the armor.

Ye Wuyou finally saw everything.

The figure of [Ghost] appeared in the air, and the face without facial features continued to enlarge at this moment.

The voice came quietly.

"Oh, you just stepped into the [No-Man Phase], aren't you curious?"

With a sneer, Ye Wuyou spoke calmly.

"You bastard, I already knew you..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The ground collapsed.

At this moment, the invisible ghost hand tightly bound Ye Wuyou's body and pressed him deeply into the ground. The heavy pressure like a mountain continued to come, and countless fine cracks appeared on the black armor at this moment.

The only thing that caused all this was the [Ghost].

Ye Wuyou's pupils shrank slightly as he looked at the figure that appeared in front of him, the existence that occupied his original body.

There was no trace of energy in the other person's body.

He couldn't see it, but he could sense the strong and strange aura.

That is a completely liberated [ghost].

A light voice came with a smile. That voice was so familiar. It had sounded in Ye Wuyou's mind countless times and echoed in his ears.

"Let me ask you, when did you notice it?" the narrator's voice sounded with a faint smile.

Ye Wuyou did not respond, but just looked at the other person coldly, looking at the face that was exactly the same as his own.

Seeing that Ye Wuyou did not respond, the latter shook his head and spoke lightly.

"To be honest, I thought it would take some time. Once you enter the Seventh Realm, you will involuntarily enter the [Immortal Phase], and then there will be no difference between you and me."

"But you are too cautious. The scene that [Longevity Phase] showed you is obviously enough to drive people crazy, but you forcibly stopped yourself. Do you have to be so cautious?"

"I have clearly disguised myself very well, even my choice of words and sentences are in accordance with everything in your mind, why don't you believe me?" "Although this opportunity is different from what I expected, compared to you never stepping into the Seventh Realm and unwilling to step into the [Immortality Phase], it is better for me to do it myself."

Ye Wuyou was tied up tightly at this moment. After struggling for several times in vain, he finally looked straight ahead.

"What the hell are you, you bastard!"

"I'm the narrator, the narrator you're most familiar with. Of course, I can be Ye Wuyou now, or I can be..."

The narrator with Ye Wuyou's appearance spoke with a smile, but his voice gradually became sharper, and then his expression changed.

The next moment, he turned into Lu Qingshan's appearance.

"I can be Lu Qingshan."

"I, I, I,...it could also be Lu Caiwei." A stuttering voice sounded.

The face continued to change, and the familiar girl's face made Ye Wuyou's eyes flicker.

"Of course, I can also be Luo Qinghan." The woman said with a smile, and then stepped heavily on Ye Wuyou who was struggling hard again.

Bailu.

Luo Yue.

Qu Wuyi, Xia Anmeng, and even Wen Qu all appeared at this moment.

There was deep anger in Ye Wuyou's eyes. He stared at the other person, and there seemed to be flames dancing in his scarlet pupils.

"Are you angry? Why should I be angry? Oh, didn't you say before that you would rather change your sex than use replication? Why bother with so much trouble?"

He waved his hand gently across his face.

Lady Ye appeared in front of Ye Wuyou.

The hair fell down and gently brushed across Ye Wuyou's cheek.

"Do you want to practice dual cultivation?" Lady Ye smiled, then looked at the anger in Ye Wuyou's eyes, thought for a moment, tilted her head and said, "It's just a suggestion. You know, this is the last time."

After a moment of silence.

"it is good."

The narrator chuckled, then flicked his fingertips lightly, and the restraints on Ye Wuyou suddenly loosened.

But the next moment, Lady Ye leaned back sharply and barely avoided the incoming punch.

His body was pressed back to the ground, and the narrator finally felt a little bored. He stood up from Ye Wuyou, shook himself, and his appearance changed back to Ye Wuyou's.

"It's still more comfortable this way..."

He muttered softly, then his eyes turned indifferent and he let out a long sigh, with no sadness or joy in his eyes.

Ye Wuyou struggled as his body was crushed bit by bit by the ghost hand.

"What on earth are you..."

The narrator said indifferently.

"According to your understanding, I am weird, the remains of the Great Dao."

“But if your understanding is a little higher, you will know that the remains of the Great Dao are essentially no different from humans.”

Is weird no different from humans?
Ye Wuyou's breathing was weak at the moment and it was difficult for him to speak.

"Of course, you may be confused. After all, in your superficial understanding, weirdness has no wisdom, only instinct."

"It's very simple. Remember that monk?"

"Just like that little monk, he looks just like everyone else, but can you say he's not weird?"

Do not……

"You are just a wreckage...he is not." Ye Wuyou said in a hoarse voice.

These are the words spoken by the narrator himself.

The little monk is the road to new life.

The rest of the weird things are just the remnants of the road.

There was silence for a while, and then some strange laughter was heard, and the voice was filled with contempt.

"Why don't you understand? Wreckage, wreckage. The reason why it's called wreckage is because it's the remains of the broken bones."

"The Buddha's legacy, the demon's remains, Sima Ming, the remains of the Great Dao, strange..."

"It all means the same thing."

"What you call weirdos are essentially humans, people who are no different from you."

Is the weird one a human?

"That little monk, I still remember that I clearly asked you to kill him. If you had done it at that time, you would have understood all this earlier."

"His arms, his eyes, his tongue, his nose, every part of him..."

"After he is separated, what do you think will happen to the scattered bones?"

Weird...

The narrator continued talking to himself, but then smiled and shook his head.

"Not really. He is still too young. Even if they were separated, I think they would just turn into a few strange things. They are far from being weird."

"As for why I have wisdom and can even talk to you normally..."

"It's simple. Do you think your arm can do anything if you separate it from the rest of the body?"

"Besides, if I separate your mouth, nose and eyes, what can I do?"

"No, the weird will not die, but if it is just a mouth, then it only has instincts. If it is just an arm, then it only has the instincts of the arm. If it is that, then it only has the instincts of dual cultivation."

As the narrator spoke, he walked back to Ye Wuyou, leaned down, looked at him calmly, and smiled faintly.

"What do you think is the existence that combines all of this in a person and controls everything?"

As he spoke, the narrator reached out his hand and gently tapped his head with his fingertips.

"It's the brain." (End of this chapter)